[Contentful] ITT we write down our dreams. [Serialization] [Thoughts] (596)

1 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6700 20:39

In the beginning I am running in the forest naked as fast as I can, as if I'm escaping from something. I encounter big swarms of aggressive bees recklessly stinging me on the road but it doesn't stop me. Then I get to a branch and realize that all but one of the stings were actually nails. Strangely, those nails are actually reversed, pointing up with the head inside my skin.
Suddenly, an empty cinema room. I'm standing there, examining the only one of those stings that isn't a nail, and vomitting on it in order to neutralize the poison. The nails are expulsed out of my skin, the scars and the vomit disappear, I take a seat, and people start getting inside the room.
The film starts, and I know even before its beginning it's a sequel to a show I really like (Kaamelott). But that film is fucking terrible, and the only scene I remember is some guy running ejecting nails out of his skin.
Suddenly, I'm in a medieval Europe-styled market next to the forest and a railroad. Someone is with me and goes on the railroad. I tell that person what ey's doing is dangerous and ey comes back. I look at an arcade game in the market and decide to play it. The screen shows a cylindric tower slightly to the left in front of a blue sky with a few clouds, and there are ghosts with their tongues out represented exactly by the same sprite as in the Touhou games for PC-98.
And then I wake up.

401 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9203 10:15

I dreamt I named my baby >>396[i]-[/i]san

402 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9203 16:29

I was trying to park a car. I put the brakes on and it rolled toward traffic, so then I used the handbrake. The ground shifted and I started sliding backwards into the forest. I saw someone who looked like the girl from The Ring. Someone else was there and he was afraid, but I realized it was just a prank. I asked her, "what do you want?" She said, "I'm selling insurance." "Against what, dying in the woods?" And then I slipped back further.

403 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9203 22:43

I dreamed that they had finally put clickbait viruses in people. My friend was telling me about some get-rich-quick scheme where you do something for 8 weeks, then get a dollar every week for the next 1001 weeks (ok, maybe not that quick). I was making fun of it, but when I finally agreed to check it out, he snapped out of hypnosis and didn't know what we were talking about.

404 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9216 14:50

According to my map, Dresden was the second-largest city of Switzerland and there was a small town in Germany called "Dresdn".

405 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9217 23:37

I was in an empty parking lot at a superstore in the middle of the night, behind the wheel of a car. Bright floodlights mounted high overhead on tall steel poles shone down cones of illumination that cut through the inky darkness that otherwise consumed the field of white lines and concrete. The silence was deafening. I drove slowly despite mashing the accelerator down and watching the tachometer's needle spin, feeling as though the vehicle were caught in slow motion while I continued to move at full speed. An unfamiliar, unclothed person abruptly phased into reality, standing a few yards away from the from the front of the car with an indistinguishable expression that only vaguely represented that of a human's face, appearing smeared and swirled like a smudged oil painting. I blinked, and as I opened my eyes, everything seemed to accelerate. Gravity tossed me back into my seat as the wheels spun soundlessly, the strange figure staring from the opposite side of the glass remaining motionless as the distance between him and I closed. The bumper of the sedan connected with the creature, his form folding and contorting across the hood with a sickening crunching sound before rolling over and slamming against the windshield, crimson blood splattered as spiderweb cracks exploded across the surface in every direction. Bouncing, the broken body twisted through the air, clearing the roof before collapsing to the ground in a crumpled heap. I locked the brakes and held the steering wheel with a white knuckle grip, inhaling sharply and screwing my eyelids shut as the car skidded across the tarmac. It felt like I'd slid to a stop, but when I opened up my eyes again I found myself holding onto the handlebars of a motorbike, jetting down a familiar highway at a ludicrous pace. Strip malls, gas stations, and eateries sped by in a blistering blur as I weaved through traffic and blew past stoplights, the warm glow of the setting sun casting a tint of orange light over top of my surroundings and painting the world with long, dark shadows. I glanced down at the speedometer, but the digital display was just a garbled mess that I couldn't make any sense of. Though I felt I was crossing an enormous distance with the speed I was travelling, I noticed the road repeating itself, the same sets of shopping centers and street signs looping on either side of the pavement. I wrap my fingers around the brake and clutch it tight, and the moment that I do, the bike disappears entirely, leaving me flying through the air and gliding over the ground. I stick my arms out and flail in the air as I sail towards the tarmac, panicking as I fall. When I made contact, I woke up.

406 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9220 10:55

I had 2 cause I slept for like 14 hours:

I was in my hometown, walking to a drugstore that I often visited to buy soda and sweets at as a kid. A guy with a shaved head and a blond goatee came up and asked if I had any spare change. I fished around in my pockets, didn't find anything, so I told him sorry I don't have anything. Then he reached in his jacket pocket, pulled out a knife, and threw it right at my FUCKING COCK and it missed by like a quarter inch and lodged in my pelvic bone, the shock woke me up and I ran to the bathroom to pee.

2.
I finally fell back asleep after the first one:

I was on some hookup app looking for men but every time I'd arrange something with someone they'd flake at the last second, saying something like "sry my gf found out lol" "I just fapped and now I'm straight again""I forgot I have to go to church that day". I went for a walk in the snow to relieve some of the frustration and then the guy with the blond goatee and the shaved head jumped out from behind a tree and stabbed me in the dick.

407 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9222 12:59

I was in my hometown (a theme appears) with my mother on some business of some kind. I left her and wandered off to go see the apartments where we used to live. My key still worked (in reality we lived there like 15 years ago and I don't even have my key anymore) and no one seemed to be at home so I just let myself in, thinking to have a look around and see how the new tenants had changed the place. I was inspecting some knickknack off a shelf when the "new tenant" appeared behind me, a rather pretty young woman, slender with dark hair and dark eyes and clad in an ankle length black dress that at once seemed old-fashioned and very stylish. She was naturally a bit concerned at there being a strange man in her apartment so I set down the object I was looking at and put both my hands up to show that I was unarmed, then began to speak(I remember the conversation clearly):

-"Please don't be alarmed, miss, I don't mean any harm to you or your possessions."
-"Then what do you want?"
At this point I returned my hands to my sides.
-"You see, this was my boyhood home. I was in the area on some other business and thought I'd visit the complex here and see the little wooded area where I used to play as a kid. Out of curiosity I thought I'd see if my old key worked, and that if it did I'd of course return it to whoever was living here. The landlords here really are quite lazy you know, to not even change the locks after 15 years."

I produced the key from a pocket and handed it to her, to prove both my intentions and my story as to why I was in her apartment. To prove it even further, I intended to open the door and lock the handle and show her how the key worked in the lock, but when I opened the door it was actually the window. I fiddled with it for a second anyway, trying to find the keyhole, but she told me to please shut the window, it's cold outside and I'm letting out all the heat.

She invited me to sit down and made coffee for us both. I told her about my childhood, this part I don't remember the dialogue as clearly, and about how we had our television in such and such corner just like she does, only up here were some shelves, over there were some different decorations, we had pictures on this wall instead of that one, and so on. I was collecting my things, getting ready to leave, thanking her for the coffee and for indulging me in my childhood nostalgia, when I got a phonecall from my mother, frantically wanting to know where I'd gone off to.

408 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9230 15:19

I dreamt that half of the dirty dishes in my sink had been washed, which was mysterious because I always wash them completely.

I dreamt that someone made a typo on IRC and highlighted me unintentionally, then apologized for it.

I dreamt that I was an orphan in an ever-shifting dockside city, where the streets were formed out of spare shipping containers and crates, tens of stories high (the ships were several times larger than even the largest we have). We climbed onto a pile of convenience store crackers and watched some vagrants put on a circus, although instead of a circus it was a lecture series on Algebraic Geometry.

The owner of the crackers chased us away, suspecting us of stealing, and we found ourselves in The Place Where You Look For A Job, a massive wall with dozens of small, circular doorways, each belonging to a company looking for dock workers, or sailors, or something. There were thousands of vagrants in line, and only a fraction of them were accepted before the doors shut. Those who were taken in were never seen again, and I vaguely knew that it meant death to try to sneak through, or look beyond that wall. The sky darkened, which I knew meant a ship was coming in.

Then I woke up. I'll leave the analysis to you.

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